You see, before Renee married me, I was in a habit of running about three miles at least three times each week. I was single, bored and wanted to impress the lovely lady who is now my wife.
Like a lot of guys, I let family life be an excuse for leaving that routine. My jobs become more sedentary, food got better and, no surprise, I got fat and lazy. Which is typical. And I'm fed up with typical.
So with prodding from friends along the way, the exercise routine is starting to take hold. Today was just shy of 3 miles in 41.25 minutes. Not blazing, but I'm almost back up to keeping a jog for the full three miles. And that is progress.
A note about progress - it can be painful!
I could feel some blister spots rubbing, but I did not know that my sharp-edged middle toe was gouging its neighbor. This little piggy plays with knives apparently.
Which is to say, keep your nails trimmed. There are always unexpected things to derail plans, cause havoc, and produce a little bit of blood. Keep going anyway. Run the race well, right?
I could feel some blister spots rubbing, but I did not know that my sharp-edged middle toe was gouging its neighbor. This little piggy plays with knives apparently.
Which is to say, keep your nails trimmed. There are always unexpected things to derail plans, cause havoc, and produce a little bit of blood. Keep going anyway. Run the race well, right?
And blister avoidance is nice.. should have read this before taking a crack at the full three miles.
Don J.
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